A/N: Ok so here is the next chapter, Night of the Comet. In later chapters a lot will change, a lot of conversations will play out differently because of my character being there and because Damon wont be in love with Elena, he will just want to be friends. Enjoy.

IMPORTANT: rewritten on the 23 September 2011. I have redone the whole chapter and also changed one thing. In the books Damon can turn into a crow, but in the show he simply controls one. I kept it like the show originally but have changed my mind, he can now become a crow. I will go through and correct this through my story.

Disclaimer: I don't own TVD or it's characters.

Cassie POV

"You know I always loved walking through the woods at night while I was human," I said, happy to just be hanging out with Damon. It was rare that we got to spend any quality time with each other lately. Pissing off Stefan is a 24/7 job and we had other things in the works. The comet was nearly here. We had been waiting a long time for this piece of burning rock to pass by our humble little planet and now that it was about to, we were ecstatic.

"Before you knew Vampires existed," Damon concluded with a smirk.

"Duh," I replied smiling and rolling my eyes affectionately. He grinned back.

"Hear that?" I asked as the unmistakeable sound of voices drifted through the woods. He nodded happily and pulled me forward softly.

"Dibs on the guy," I laughed softly, knowing that he would have given me the guy anyway. The thought of drinking blood from someone of the same sex was almost repulsing to us, not that we didn't do it when we had to.

He chuckled again. We sat back and waited for what would be the opportune moment. As we watched I couldn't help but think over everything. I have the best friend in the world. We had been through thick and thin together, I would die for him for real this time. I love him so much. In a brotherly way, of course. The same way I loved Stefan until... everything. We were both physically 21 and he treats me like a twin sister. Totally overprotective, no matter the situation.

The fog starts to creep in, Damon looks at me and smirks knowing it was me doing it this time. I returned the gesture gladly.

"Ready?" he breathes silently in question as the man walks out of the tent.

"I'm always ready Damon," I purr softly in reply.

I silently swoop in and attack, then carelessly throw him into some branches once I sucked him dry. I appeared next to Damon back up in one of the highest trees as we waited for the female. He nodded proudly and I leaned in and kissed his cheek quickly. It left a dark red blood mark in the shape of my lips on his face. I bit my lip to silence my laughter as his prey made some noises.

The girl come out and sees her boyfriend and starts screaming while running up to the cars. I quietly laugh while she freaks that it won't open. I watch as he gets the keys out of the guys pocket and unlocks it for her. Then he attacks.

LINE BREAk

We got home as the sun was coming up, we walked inside and put our leather jackets on the hooks.

"Want some coffee?" I asked heading towards the kitchen.

"Yeah," he replied calmly as he followed my lead.

"What are we going to do today?" I inquired, sitting on the kitchen bench waiting the coffee maker to warm up. I pressed on latte and watched as it began making my favourite drink next to the red stuff.

"I'm not sure," he said coming in and leaning on the bench next to me with his arms crossed casually. "We have no real plans until later on."

"We got a truck load of alcohol, awesome tunes and and a bunch of board games and cards that will seem a lot more fun once we're drunk," I proposed enthusiastically, loving my idea more than I thought I would as the words left my mouth.

"Sounds like a plan," he grinned.

And with that we headed towards the game room, forgetting all about the brewing coffee.

A few hours later we had finally gotten sick of scrabble after getting into several fights over which words existed and which ones we were making up. Damon had gone out to God knows where while I stayed at home in my cat form. Damon was always hunting in his crow form. We found it funny that both our animal forms were of black animals.

As a crow he was a dark raven colour but his feathers had an almost unnatural rainbow sheen. He was also larger and faster than regular crows too. His eyes remained a light blue though.

As a cat I was rather small in size with sleek black fur but an extra long tail. A dead giveaway that it was me was my eyes stayed the same colour, a frustrating hazel that could never quite decide whether they wanted to be closer to brown or green. Damon said it depended on my mood.

I was just laying on a particularly comfy cushion in my animal form in the study when someone rang the doorbell. I glanced up instinctively and mentally sighed, deciding I would go check it out as a cat being too lazy to change back. I made my way down and sat just out of sight as an exact copy of miss Katherine Pierce came walking in cautiously. Damon suddenly swooped in as a crow and the second her back was turned he blurred into himself again.

She turned around and gasped, nearly slamming into his strong chest. He stared at her intently while I did the same from my spot half hidden under a chair.

"I-I'm sorry for barging in, the door was – she looked behind her to see the now closed door – open," she finished clearly confused. I suppressed the urge to laugh, knowing it would just sound like a meow.

"You must be Elena," Damon said nicely. So nicely it made me give a slight meow, too quiet for human ears to pick up. He glanced in my direction hastily before looking back at her. "I'm Damon, Stefan's brother."

"He didn't tell me he had a brother," she stated honestly, slightly agitated for some reason.

"Well, Stefan's not one to brag. I bet he didn't tell you he had an adopted sister either," he smiled.

"Adopted sister?" Elena questioned.

"Yes, Cassandra Miller," he admitted. I meow loudly this time and sent the feline equivalent of a glare his way. The sound was loud enough to catch her attention though and she turned to look at me. "Cassie, she prefers. She's my age, and our Father took her in after her parents died. We've been family ever since. I'm sure she can't wait to meet you, we've heard enough from Stefan though."

She chuckled nervously and bent down to me suddenly. I looked up at her in confusion. "What a beautiful cat."

"Yes she is," Damon smirked as she picked me up. My eyes widened and I stayed locked in this form though I was itching to bite her and change back, not necessarily in that order. Oh the irony.

"Is she your's?"

"No, she's Cassie's. Her name's Passion," he told her. He gave her the name we used as a code. Passion, I had the word tattoo'ed on my lower back and he knew it. Jerk. I meowed loudly and jumped from her arms, running away and back into the study before changing back into myself. I quickly peaked in a mirror as I passed one in the hall. Checking I looked fine before I strutted out into the hall.

"Oh, hello there. Who's our guest Damon?" I asked politely as I walked up beside him. His arm wrapped around my waist naturally and Elena's eyes flickered down to it before looking up sheepishly.

"This is the infamous Elena," he smirked in return. I smiled at her and stepped forward to shake her hand.

"Elena, it's wonderful to finally meet you. I have heard plenty about you from Stefan, all good of course," I smiled, putting all my effort into keeping it soft and sweet and not curl up into my usual smirk. I motioned to the lounge and she followed us carefully as she looked around in wonder, "I'm sure Stefan will be along any second."

I stood on her left, Damon on her right. This gave the subtle feeling of intrusion. There was no escape, but of course she did not understand the danger.

"Wow! This is your living room?" she asked clearly in awe of our house as she glanced at around the room. She took in our large red lounges and skyscraper book cases with an amazed expression.

"Living room, parlour, susebys auction," Damon joked, I grinned at his words. He suddenly grew serious and I knew what was coming. "I see why our brother so smitten."

"Ah yes he comes home from school and won't stop smiling. We had a feeling it was a girl," I added. "Our suspicions are confirmed."

"It's about time, for a while there I never thought he would get over the last one," he put in tactically, successfully planting the seed of doubt within her.

"Nearly destroyed him," I added sorrowfully.

"The last one?" she asked in confusion. Damon and I shared an invisible smile, now knowing for sure she did not know of Katherine.

"Yeah, Katherine, his girlfriend?" he asked 'innocently'. She shook her head uncomfortably.

"Oh. You two haven't had the awkward exes conversation yet," I concluded, acting the part of a knowledgable lady with experience on the topic. I definitely had experience with boys, just not in the way she thought.

"Nope," she said still visibly uncomfortable. I liked to watch the humans squirm, they were so easily flustered.

"Oops, well I'm sure it will come up now," Damon blurted, I smirked knowingly over Elena's shoulder, knowing exactly what his intent was. Clearly by playing the charming, well meaning brother he was earning her trust and favour, much like I myself was trying to achieve.

"Or maybe he didn't want to tell you because he didn't want you to think he was on the rebound," I said trying to seem sweet as possible. Now it was Damon's turn to smirk knowingly. Again, I tried to be the cool, boy smart lady. It made me sick to my stomach. "Or just looking for a fling."

"We all know how those relationships end," he continued thoughtfully.

"You say it like every relationship is doomed to end," she spoke strongly, obviously having another opinion. If only she knew. We just smiled sweetly. There was the sound of light feet flying across our wooden floor, indicating Stefan was home as an almost silent growl of warning filled the room, one that only our enhanced senses could pick up.

"Hello Stefan," we greeted in sync and without turning from Elena, freaking her out visibly. Her eyes widened and she did a whole 360, spinning with such force her hair flicked the bottom of my face, with me being a few inches taller than her but still several less then Damon.

"Elena, I didn't know you were coming over," he spoke in his usual broody tone. It was so depressing and made me roll my eyes.

"I know I should have called I just-," she was cut of by Damon.

"Oh, don't be silly, you're welcome any time," he said confidently with a charming smile her way.

"Definitely, isn't she Stefan?" I added, directing the last part at my younger brother. He didn't answer, he just continued to glare at us with something that could almost be hatred.

"You know I should break out the family photo album, or some home movies," Damon smiled. "But, we have to warn you, he wasn't always such a looker,"

Elena grinned a bit in response. I couldn't resist and just had to add, "He had the most adorable birthmark right on-"

"Thank you for stopping by Elena," Stefan interjected, a clear dismissal to her as his harsh gaze locked on me. I held his stare with an innocently but quirked an eyebrow in challenge. "It was nice to see you."

He barely looked at her once as he spoke and he didn't even sound sincere. If he truly liked this girl, he wasn't exactly winning her over this way.

"Yeah, I should probably go," she mumbled, sounding almost disappointed and turning to me where I had moved beside Damon.

"It was lovely meeting you both, you have a lovely home," she smiled to me. I reached out and hugged her as warmly as I could.

"Thank you, come back any time," I grinned. "I hope we can be friends."

"Absolutely, that would be nice," she actually sounded like she meant it. She was far too optimistic for my tastes. I didn't like her already.

"It was great meeting you to Elena," smirked Damon kissing her hand quickly. She nodded and blushed faintly before she turned and walked up to Stefan.

"Stefan? Stefan?" she had to call twice yet once again his eyes never left us as all he did to acknowledge her presence was step to the side and let her pass. Rude much? Elena audibly sighed and walked up into the foyer and out the door.

"Great gal, she's got spunk," Damon teased the second the door swung shut."You on the other hand, look pooped, did you over exert yourself today?"

"Let me guess... hospital?" I put in knowing I was right, Stefan was too predictable.

"Someone had to clean up your mess," he reasoned. Idiot.

"Well were you successful?" Damon asked, almost sounding seriously interested even though I knew otherwise. "Did the powers of persuasion work?"

"Yes, were you able to enter her mind and twist it to your liking little brother," his glared intensified as I spoke, not even changing his expression while we had massive grins on our faces, finding the situation rather hilarious.

"Remember, if you don't feed properly none of those little tricks work right," Damon testified gladly.

"Yeah, not even a whole bunny will be enough Stefan," I added before accusing in a sarcastic voice. "You killed Thumper for nothing."

"How long was Elena here?" he asked, having ignored our taunting words.

"What, are you worried Stefan?" Damon countered, "Scared we may be doomed to repeat the past. Isn't that why you play your little game 'I'm a high school human'?"

"I'm not playing any game," he answered monotonously.

"Of course you are," Damon countered, dropping the mocking act and becoming his sly self. "We both know the closest you'll ever get to humanity-" he started as we both walked past him.

"Is when you rip it open and feed on it," I finished for him gladly, whispering it menacingly in his ear as we passed.

"What kind of game are you playing Damon, Cassie?" he asked of us, spinning to face us fully.

"Guess you'll just have to wait and see, won't you," Damon taunted, neither of us looking back as we walked off.

"Patience Stefan," I added, turning and walking up stairs with Damon following.

"Paranoid much?" I laughed to him as we reached my bedroom door, "Well, I'm beat. I can only stay in my Passion form for so long without getting drained so I'm gonna take a nap."

"Me too," Damon admitted. His blue eyes smouldered and he picked me up in a hug quickly, then dropped me back on two feet and took off for his room.

"Sleep well," I called as he headed next door.

"Ditto," he smiled before disappearing through his doorway as I retreated through mine.

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"Cassie! Cass! CASSANDRA MILLER!"

"What Damon?" I groaned, angry about being woken up from my luxurious nap.

"It's comet night," that was all that was needed for me to be up and walking over to my dresser. I had all but forgotten that was tonight. It was odd, I had spent over 100 years obsessing about this very night with Damon and know it was here it didn't seem that much of a big deal. It was all rather anticlimactic to be honest.

"You going to flirt a bit more with that Caroline girl again?" I asked, realising that was still a large part of the plan. I almost forgot that I needed to do my part and leach off that pathetic Lockwood boy. He did look somewhat tasty I suppose. I was so lost in my thoughts I had just realised Damon had yet to answer me. I turned and looked at him expectantly.

"Huh?" he asked distractedly as he stared at me like I was a piece of meat. I then realised all I was wearing was some black short-shorts and a very tight red cameo. I quickly flashed into my walk-in wardrobe and shut the door.

"Oh, um, yeah our plans coming together. Just a bit more eye sex before I make my move," he answered from my bedroom, his voice different from a moment ago. It was almost husky. I shivered unconsciously.

"That's a relief," I replied somewhat evenly, changing into a black mini dress with a lacy bodice and some silver high-tops. I walked out and went over to my dresser to put on some silver earrings and bangles.

"It is."

"Hey, could you give me a hand D?" I asked using my nickname for him. Only I'm allowed to call him that. He was the one who made up the name Cassie for me in 1864, so when we were 19 I started calling him D. He hates anyone else using the name though. He once ripped out someones vocal chords for saying it to him after hearing me call him that.

"Sure," he said, coming over to help me put on my silver locket he gave me for my 21st birthday the last year we were human. He smiled when he saw what it was. Both sides were real Ruby sculpted into a heart shape with sterling silver connecting them. It opened up with a little clasp and you could store tiny things in there. It was empty and probably always would be. But it was still the most stunning thing I owned.

He spun me back around and grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door and down the stairs, I barely had enough time to grab my keys and wallet from the table before we were out the door. We stood facing Damon's late 60's model Chevrolet Camaro and my 1984 harley davidson shovelhead.

"Who's ride we taking?" I asked, hoping he would say my bike.

"Mine," he answered and led me to his car. I pouted but followed behind him anyway, sliding into the leather seat and not bothering to put on a seatbelt. If we got into a crash a seatbelt would be useless. It's not like I could die again. I would just walk away unscathed so why bother. With Damon's reflexes I wouldn't have to worry anyway.

Not five minutes later we were at the town square and walking towards the celebration. I suddenly spotted a head of blonde hair and nudged Damon.

"There's Caroline, I gotta go flirt at a distance," he grinned and quickly left in her direction.

I, unfortunately, now had to do the same thing with another Mystic falls High school student. Tyler Lockwood. He was the Mayor's son and through him I could get valuable information. It's part of the plan.

I spot the boy over near a bench. He's not by any means ugly. He's tall and strong with spiky black hair, dark brown eyes and he had big arms, which I was a huge sucker for. I sprint over at a human speed and 'accidentally' run into him. We crashed into each other and were both sprawled on the floor in seconds as a result of the impact.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry," I cried, acting as innocent as possible as I stared up at him with wide eyes.

"No, it's fine," he insisted as he stood hastily. He then reached out a hand and I grasped it, smiling shyly as he hauled me up easily. As I stood fully and made a show of straitening my clothes and hair he stared at me, looking me up and down. "Are you new?"

"Yeah, um, hi," I said 'stuttered'. "I'm Cassandra Miller."

"Tyler Lockwood," he replied, shaking my hand with a charming smile in place. "Miller? As in the founding family?"

"Yeah," I smiled.

"Wow, with the Salvatore's here that makes all of the original founding families here," he smiled, obviously trying to impress me with his knowledge of the town and it's history. "I'm the mayors son."

"Wow," I smiled, tucking my hair behind my ear and biting my red stained lips. "That must mean you know everything about the town. I just moved here with my adoptive family."

"That's really awesome," he replied. "So since your new, would you like me to show you around town sometime? Give you the grand tour then maybe grab a bite to eat?"

"Absolutely," I gave him a breathtaking smile that was 100% fake and handed him a business card stating that I was an artist with my contact details. "I look forward to your call Tyler."

"And I look forward to calling you," he was quick to respond. I bit my lip again as I suddenly heard my name being called by Damon silently, his voice carrying barely through the wind.

"I have to go meet my brother, I'll see you around," I winked and turned to go before he could reply, I didn't look back.

"Impressive," Damon said when I caught up to him where he leaned against a large tree just inside the woods.

"I've been known to act," I smirked in return as I grabbed his arm and tugged him towards the Mystic Grill. We walked through the doors and headed to the bar.

"What are you ordering?" he turned to me once we were seated on our respective bar stools.

"Scotch on the rocks," I answered, angling towards him and resting my chin in my hand.

"Scotch on the rocks and vodka," D ordered the bartender. The guy nodded and turned to make our desired drinks. A minute later they were placed in front of us. Damon threw the guy a 20 and told him to keep the change. Being alive for as long as we had, money was definitely not and issue. We had several off shore accounts holding their capacity in money and we had cash hidden all over the boarding house. We even robbed a bank once back in the early 30's on a dare from a friend. It was easier back then when there weren't any security camera's.

"I know you," we heard from the end of the bar, the voice bringing my out of my thoughts from the past. We look over to see the young waitress Damon had attacked the other day. She was pretty with caramel hair and large eyes. She had a bandage over her neck where he had fed from her.

"Well that's unfortunate," I answered with a smirk in Damon's direction, taking another sip of my scotch. He scoffed and glared back slightly in annoyance.

"Uh, I don't-I don't know how, but, your face," she stutters pathetically before taking a deep breath to steady herself. "Excuse me, sorry."

She ran off some place hurriedly and I watch her leave before looking at D. he turned to me at the same time with a dark smile on his lips. "Wanna have some fun?"

"I'll meet you on the roof," I smirk happily, taking my scotch with me before disappearing in the opposite direction to him. I was up on the roof seconds later, breathing in the cool evening air. I could smell the forest as it's scent blew across my face. My loose hair swirled around me uncontrollably and I ran my hand through it to keep it off my face.

I waited less than a minute before Damon returned with the girl, Vicki, I think it was. She was whimpering and muttering incoherently. I rolled my eyes and stepped up onto the edge, looking towards him as he stood beside me. He chuckled as she screamed when he pretended to let her drop off the edge. I laughed with him as she begged for us to let her go. I glanced back down and spotted Stefan on his way towards up. I raised the hand that wasn't holding my scotch and I wagged my fingers in a saucy little wave that made him glare.

He sped up, using our mad Vamp skills and jumped up here. He stood in front of us, his eyes watching our every move. I took a long sip of my drink with a smirk.

"Not bad," said Damon. "Have you been eating bunnies?"

"What did I say about Thumper Stefan?" I reprimanded mockingly.

"Let her go," he commanded, not finding our words funny.

"Really? Okay," and with that Damon almost dropped her, despite her screams of protest. He laughed as I drank some more scotch, savouring the warmth that filled me.

"No! No!" yelled Stefan and Damon throws her to him carelessly. He then jumped back onto the roof and held out a hand to me. I smiled gratefully and grasped it, stepping down easily. We both knew I didn't need the assistance, but it was one of the sincere gestures we made every now and then as though they were an inside joke.

"Relax," D sighed in our brother's direction as he frantically consoled the girl.

"What's happening?" we hear from Vicki. She's ignored by us all.

"We don't need her to be dead," Damon continues to him.

"But, you might," I finish cheerily, as though I'm suggesting a nice restaurant to eat at. In a way I was.

"What attacked you the other night?" D asked he intently, stepping closer and looking down at her.

"I don't know, an animal," she says as though she doesn't really believe it. It's clear she just assumes this.

"Are you sure about that?" I ask as D and I lean in really close to her, not to compel her but to jolt her memory. "Think."

"Think about it, think really hard," he probed her strongly. "What attacked you?"

A look of realisation passed over her face, "A vampire." As she spoke her face contoured in fear and she scrambled away from us all.

"Who did this to you?" he raised his voice at her.

"You did!" she screamed in accusation and terror.

"Wrong!"

"Don't," Stefan protested, practically begging us with his eyes.

"Stefan," Damon whispered, this time reaching into her mind and changing it's memories.

"Don't," Stefan repeated in desperation. I pulled her off the ground and turned her to face me, knowing I should be doing this, she wouldn't be calm enough D.

"Stefan Salvatore did this to you," I compelled her with a smirk painted on my lips.

"Stefan Salvatore did this to me," she repeated quietly.

"He's a vampire," I continued looking deep into her dark brown eyes with my own hazel ones. "A vicious, murderous monster is what he is. He wants your blood. He wants to suck you dry and rip apart your body, don't you Ripper?"

"Please Damon, Cassie, please don't do this," we ignored the pain in Stefan's voice. I knew the last sentence hit home, but I didn't care.

"If you couldn't fix this before, I don't know what your gonna do now," D said as I ripped her bandage off, exposing her punctured and bloody neck. I caught the smell of her sweet blood and my gums tingled longingly. I fought back the urge and just barely succeeded.

"Nice one," I praised, lightly punching Damon's shoulder as I stared at the ruined skin of her neck. "You really got her good."

I threw her at Stefan, ignoring her cries as he caught her in his arms and pressed his lips together tightly, trying to bury his urges

"Your choice of lifestyle has made you weak," D said. "A couple of vampire parlour ticks, it's nothing compared to the power you could have."

"That you now need," I added, pointing to Vicki. Stefan face began to change but he resisted wih all he had.

"But you can change that. Human blood, gives you that," Damon explained in an excited tone, telling him what he already knew but refused to acknowledge.

"You have no idea of the benefits Stefan. Too long since you've used them!" I nearly shouted, trying to break through his clean cut barrier. He threw her to the ground roughly.

"You have to choices," D explained, "You can feed, and make her forget."

"Or you can let her run screaming Vampire through the town square," I ended sharply, a smirk threatening to break free on my lips.

"That's what this is about?" Stefan asked. Always the thick one, he was. "You wanna expose me?"

"No! We want you to remember who you are," D shouted seriously, trying to convey the deep, underlying issue.

"Why? So what? So I'll feed? So I'll kill? So I'll remember what it's like to be family again?" he spoke looking between us frantically. "You know what? Let her go. Let her tell everyone that vampires have returned to Mystic Falls. Let them chain me up, and let them drive a stake through my heart. Because at least I'll be free of you two."

"Ha," D and I laughed looking at each other. He smiled almost in shocked disbelief.

"Wow," I breathed in response to his overly dramatic speech. I crouched down beside Vicki, "Come here honey, it's okay. You're alright."

Then I leant down to her ear and my voice became deep and melodic, sending her into a trance.

"There is no such thing as Vampires. It was an animal that attacked you in the woods, and you don't remember what happened here tonight."

Her breathing calmed down and she looked around in confusion. I got up and gestured towards her, standing back up next to D as he did the same proudly.

"What happened?" she asked. "Where am I? Ah, I think my stitches opened. Ah."

"You Okay?" Stefan inquired, actually genuinely concerned for her wellbeing. I rolled my eyes, Saint Stefan.

"I took some pills man, I'm good," and with that the druggie got up and left the roof, swaying slightly but otherwise intact.

"It's good to be home," Damon stated. I nodded enthusiastically, wrapping my arm around his comfortably.

"Yeah, I think we might stay a while," I continued in all seriousness. It really was good to back.

"This town needs a bit of a wake-up call, don't you think?" D asked rhetorically.

"What are you up to Damon, Cassie?" Stefan question with a deep frown.

"Wouldn't you like to know," I smirked menacingly and wagged my eyebrows.

"That's for us to know and for you to dot, dot, dot," Damon smiled sarcastically. "Give Elena our best.

And with that Damon and I were gone from his sight.

While Damon went to mess with the Caroline girl, I went home, to watch a movie on my plasma or something. I ended up selecting one of the Back to the Future films and I grabbed a thick blanket and curled up on our dark blue couch.

I ended up falling asleep in our home entertainment area, too lazy to head up to bed.

A/N: Thanks for reading everybody. If anybody has suggestions or questions just let me know okay?

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